Surfs Up Twisted Edition 4: Escape From Colorado (Author's Copy)

I drove down the road to the mountains. I was headed for the mysterious company office known as Codysoft, the cursed company that had created the demonic objects that destroyed my own life and the lives of many people in New York. They had already infiltrated the government, including the Colorado state government, and also the police, who were now looking for me. I still had time to take down Codysoft before I got caught.

I turned off the road in the direction I had found on the destroyed piece of paper that I had found in the remains of the supernatural contract that the demon-possessed governor of Colorado nearly forced me to sign before it was accidentally destroyed. with his own hand using the powerful voodoo knife that he had been using in a ritual to possess me with evil spirits.

Here it was: Codysoft. There was a large blue metal door with the word painted in red letters, and a small security booth that had a security guard wearing sunglasses, just like the demon possessed policemen who tried to capture me in Denver. . He looked at my car angrily, so I went through the door and parked a little further on. It was almost dark, so I waited for it to get dark and ran towards the fence.

The fence was a chain link fence, so I opened the corner and went up. Beyond the fence was the office building, which was a large office painted in Codysoft colors. Although it was almost dark, there were many lights on in the building, which was concerning.

I ran into the building, hoping no one would look at me. When I was out of sight, I ran to a door off to the side, which was a fire escape, and tried the door. It was locked, but luckily I had my lock release kit that I kept in my car, so I took the lock and got in.

It was in a long white hallway with many rooms. It was quiet but I could hear people walking nearby, so I went into one of the rooms when they passed. I held my breath as two people stepped outside. Then I looked around to see what room I was in. It was dark, so I turned on the lights. The walls were covered with shelves, containing hundreds of DVDs, CDs, VHS video tapes, and video game cartridges.

"What the hell?" I muttered violently. I went to the shelf and looked at the movies. I saw ''Open Season Twisted Edition. Surfs Up Twisted Edition. Cloudly with the possibility of Twisted Edition dumplings. Cloudy with the possibility of meatballs 2 Twisted Edition. Arthur Christmas: Twisted Christmas. Hotel Translyvania Twisted Edition.'' This shelf was labeled Sony Pictures and when I looked at the other shelves I saw that there were shelves for other companies as well, like Disney, Pixar, and the Dreamworks animation. There were literally hundreds of twisted edit movies, and I could sense from the evil energies emanating from them that they had been demonically altered using some obscure process. They were all cursed like the one I had received.

"This is fucking shit." I whispered. I would have to destroy the cursed device pool before I left, but I wanted to get to the bottom of this place before destroying it. What was the dark secret behind Codysoft's mission to infiltrate the world with these cursed products? Would these products lead to possession among those who observed them? Or worse yet, the physical manifestations of demonic rights that were associated with them, as had happened to me in New York City when a demonic simulation of Surf's Up character Cody Maverik had escaped from The Cursed Game and invaded the world. real, biting the neck of a man she had been helping to investigate a mystery, killing him and forcing me to flee New York by jumping off the New York Bridge.

The guards had passed outside, so I left the library and went out into the hall and went to the end of the hall. There were many signs on the wall showing directions to different areas of the facility. There were signs for offices, factory, production area and laboratory. I followed the signs to the lab, being careful to keep my gun out as I descended the stairs, ready to face any demon-possessed guard. I went downstairs and realized that I must be underground in an underground part of the facility. I saw the sign that said laboratory on the door and walked through the door. It was another dark room.

It was a control room, which had a window that opened onto a large white chamber with tile walls that had a large table in the middle with straps like an operating table. There was also a large screen on one wall. One door opened onto a portico with steps leading down to the bedroom floor, and there was another door on the other side. It was empty. The control room had many buttons on a large panel in front of the window, which also had a slot for DVDs and VHS tapes. It was the controller of the big screen. There were also a lot of filing cabinets.

I opened the cabinets and looked at the files inside.

"What the hell?" I whispered again. The files were all pictures of children. I felt bad when I saw them, suddenly terrified to see something sick inside. I opened a file at random. It was full of facts and statistics about the boy. Two things were extremely disturbing to me: the first was a heading that said FAVORITE MOVIE: It was labeled Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2. And underneath that was a saying CONDITE - it was labeled "Cancer - Status: TERMINAL."

I had to hold back my tears as I realized what that meant. This was extremely disturbing. What kind of twisted shit had been going on here? I had a memory of my old life as a New York detective: a pedophile had cut me with a razor blade when I tried to arrest him. This seemed to be even worse. I put the file back and rummaged through the other drawers. They were all the same. I opened the last draw, and it was the oldest. The files here were dusty and smelled old. I took the one at the bottom and saw the name: Cody Maverik.

"What the fuck?" I whispered. When I opened I didn't see an image of the surfer character, but a boy who looked vaguely familiar. When I looked at the file, I realized why. It had a heading labeled "Brothers" and I saw the names: Jacob and Zane Maverick. The two men whose case he had investigated in New York: Kane Maverick had disappeared after his girlfriend was killed in the hospital and his brother had appeared in my apartment to explain that he was innocent, but shortly after being killed by the horrible appearance. . from Cody Maverick of Surf's Up. Except they had a brother named Cody, the same name as the surfer character. What the hell was going on?

I didn't have time to think about it. I heard a thump down below and quickly put the file back down and went to the window. In the chamber below, two scientists were pushing a man into the camera. Their eyes flashed with the demonic red light that indicated they were possessed. The man they pulled was a weak man with a large, heavy beard and long hair, dressed in an orange prisoner suit and handcuffs. He was also very thin and had large scars all over his body, like bite marks. I almost threw up in surprise when I realized who it was. Underneath the changes I recognized Zane Maverick. I'd been looking for him in New York, but he'd been a prisoner here the whole time!

Scientists tied it to the table and pressed a button, and the table stood up to look at the screen like an inverted dentist's chair. His eyes were now directly at the level of the big screen. With surprise, I realized that scientists were climbing the stairs to the portico to enter the control room, to control their wicked experiment. I needed a place to hide.

I ducked behind the filing cabinet just before the door opened, but luckily they were too distracted by the control panel to notice that I was hiding in the shadows. One of them pulled a DVD disc out of his lab coat pocket and laughed as he inserted it into the slot. The other leaned into a microphone on the control panel and spoke, and the voice echoed through the camera.

"I hope you're excited for Zane movie night ... we have an especially exciting photo for you tonight hahaha."

Down in the chamber, Zane wept in terror and jerked against his restraints, but they were too tight. Scientists giggled as they watched him fight, but when the movie started playing, he gave up all resistance.

"How long is this?" One scientist asked the other.

"Two hours and fourteen minutes."

"Okay, let's put our watches on." There was a beep when they did that, and then they left the room, leaving me alone to watch over Zane Maverick and any disturbing movies he was forced to view as a twisted experiment. A title came up: HOTEL TRANSVLANIA 3: TWISTED EDITION. On the table, Zane Maverick let out a long, bloodcurdling scream. I winced. The man was in extreme terror. Presumably it had been through hundreds of these devious movie experiments where the scientists in this factory experiment twisted into it with new damn movies - and new horrors to come. I new that I had to get it out of there.

Quickly, I left my hiding place and ran to the porch and went down the stairs. Zane's eyes did not leave the screen, where the Codysoft logo appeared. I found a button on the table and it slid down horizontally, which was when he finally noticed me.

"Who - who are you?" Her voice was weak and dry as if she hadn't drunk in days. His eyes were bloodshot.

"My name is Zack Death, I'm going to get you out of here." I quickly started to untie the straps on my hands and legs, but once I was free, I realized that he wasn't paying attention to me anymore. I was looking at the screen. It was then that I realized that the film had gone silent. I followed her liner to the screen. On the screen, the characters had stopped moving and the movie had gone silent. The scene that had been taking place had stopped; instead, they stood still, staring off the screen. It was as if they could see us. Zane's eyes were wide with terror as he looked at them.

"Come on, we have to go." I threw it towards the doors. On the screen, eyes followed us as we left. We ran out into the corridor, and just as we did, a horrible screech echoed in the room we had just left. I heard loud knocks coming from the door, and footsteps running suddenly behind us.

"To run!" I screamed and we ran down the hall. I could glimpse the dark shapes that had crawled off the screen biting our tails. I knew that I should not attempt to use my weapon against supernatural forms. From somewhere in the upstairs facility, an alarm started sounding, and all the lights turned red and blinked.

"There is another way down here!" Zane tugged on my arm, pointing toward another corridor, as hard as he could. I saw demon-possessed guards with raised weapons running from the other direction, so I nodded and followed him down the hall.

The corridor went deeper into the ground and became a tunnel. Just as I was beginning to worry, we came to a large steel armored door. It was locked with a padlock. A large sign above labeled "SERVICE ENTRY".

"Oh shit, it's closed." Zane muttered.

"Don't worry, I have this." I mumbled and pulled out my gun. I hit the padlock with one shot and the padlock exploded. The chains fell off and the huge metal doors opened. Sunlight was coming in. Outside was the side of the Colorado mountain. It was a great canyon and in the center the Colorado River ran rapidly through the riverbed. There were no vehicles, but there was a small dock on the river. Behind us, in the tunnel, I heard the increasingly loud alarms and the approaching footsteps.

"Quick, the whitewater raft!" I yelled at Zane, who was slumped and breathing hard. He nodded, but it seemed like a week. I helped him down to the dock and we jumped into the big orange inflatable boat just as a dozen guards emerged from the tunnel. The bullets from the machine guns bounced off the wood and water off the dock when I untied the rope and we left. The current was strong, but there were two paddles that we could use to control the movement of the raft. I passed one to Zane and used the other.

The water was fast and treacherous, and we had to avoid hitting rocks by paddling hard in the other direction. The canyon was steep and there were many bends and curves in the river. Water splashed everywhere, even inside the boat and it was very cold. Zane looked very pale in the light and almost as if he was about to pass out.

Suddenly I realized that we still hadn't run away. A path ran to the top of the canyon following the course of the river. Up there, I saw two dark black SUVs following us, guns pointed at the windows. I realized that they must be guards at the facility. Bullets were fired at us as we passed downstream, keeping up with the current.

"Take the oar!" I yelled at Zane Maverick and threw the oar at him as I pulled out the gun. I jumped against the side of the boat and pointed at the trucks. I fired a few shots, but they failed. The demonic guards answered the fire and the water exploded around us.

Ahead, the path turned and descended to a large metal bridge over the water. The two SUVs accelerated and took up positions on the bridge, pointing towards us. A barrage of machine guns broke the water around us. I had to think fast. Suddenly, I saw over the bridge the rock slope that was covered with rocks. I changed my fire and aimed at the rocks. There was a loud crack as the rocks were disturbed by their delicate positions, and they began to roll toward the bridge.

The guards had no time to react when the landslide fell on them. The two trucks exploded. Just as we were approaching the bridge, he groaned under the impact and collapsed.

"Be careful with the shit!" I screamed when the bridge collapsed around us. Zane was paddling desperately as he tried to avoid the huge metal beams crashing into the water around us. One of the burned remains of an SUV crashed into the water next to us, and the wave nearly capsized our little boat.

We passed the ruins of the bridge and I sighed with relief. Suddenly, a shape broke the water and crawled down the side of the boat. He was in the demonic guards: his eyes burned red with hellish fury. His face was scarred, red and covered in blood. He jumped into the boat and fought with me. I saw pure hatred on his face as I tried to bring my gun closer to shoot him, but it was too strong. He forced me to lower my arms. Just when I thought I was about to disarm and shoot myself, there was a crack. The paddle broke on the back of his head, balanced by Zane Maverick. He collapsed down and slid down the side into the water.

"I think it's over." I released the water. The words barely came out of my mouth when I realized I was wrong. I heard the noise of the helicopter rotors. I looked around and saw a jet black helicopter approaching high above the canyon.

"Shit! Now what!" I cursed Zane sailed the boat across a few more miles of river through twists and turns of the canyon as he fired the shots hoping in vain to hit the helicopter. But he was too far away and he wasn't a good enough shooter. I fired the last bullets, then threw away the useless weapon. It seemed like it was really over now, but it wasn't going to be a happy ending.

The helicopter approached to kill. As I got closer, I saw a man with a sniper rifle sitting on the doorstep, I guess another one of the henchmen. He fired and a huge column of water exploded in front of us. Another shot rang out and another column exploded behind us. With a third shot, a violent whistle was heard from the boat, and I looked around to see a huge hole in the boat, and the air quickly escaped from the inflatable hull.

"It looks like we're done!" Zack groaned as he slid to the bottom of the boat, too weak to continue. Up in the helicopter, the sniper was reloading.

Suddenly I saw it, our only chance. We turned the corner and I saw a long stretch of straight water. In the end, a fence descended to the edge of the water on either side of the banks. A section of chain links crossed the water to prevent people from swimming. It had the words "MEXICO - STRICTLY NO ADMISSION TO UNITED STATES CITIZENS" stamped on it. The Mexican border! It was our only chance.

I quickly grabbed Zane's paddle and rowed harder. The boat was seriously sinking now and the water flooded the sides. He rowed as fast as he could, but the distance seemed like a thousand miles.

"We have to get to the border!" I yelled at him, he didn't answer. He rowed and rowed, but the fence didn't seem to get any closer. Just as we reached the link in the chain, the sniper finished reloading. Another bullet crashed into the fence as the wreckage of our boat smashed into it. The boat was completely underwater and was sinking rapidly. The water was up to my chest.

"We'll have to dive under the fence!" Zane was almost completely passed out now, so I grabbed him by the shirt and started pulling him out of the boat. Suddenly, there was a disgusting blow and an explosion of blood rained down. A bullet had hit Zane. His shirt quickly turned red. The wound seemed serious, but he wasn't letting it go now. I grabbed him and dived underwater, just as more bullets splashed around us.

The current pushed us down, under the fence. He was too weak to fight that. It was all I could do to hold on to Zane's lifeless body as we were dragged under the border fence into Mexican waters. Everything was fading into darkness when the current rose again.

The stream spat at us in the shallow water, on a large beige rock. I used my last strength to pull Zane out of the water, blood dripping from his shirt. He still had a pulse, not that it mattered. At any moment the helicopter would hit us. On the rock we would be sitting, there was nowhere to hide. It would only take two shots.

Just when I was sure it was a dead man, I looked up and saw the helicopter, my heart skipped a beat! He was walking away. I saw him withdraw. Codysoft might have been powerful, but it seemed that even they were unwilling to cross an international border. The helicopter moved away until it was alone in the distance. We'd Survived I was alone in a foreign country with a badly injured man, and Codysoft agents and their demon lords now even more furious at my tail, but for now at least I had evaded them. I had escaped from Colorado.